Today I am the sad girl in the photo. I’ll just take my imaginary stuffed lion, hang my head, and go sit in a corner somewhere.
Honestly, last few weeks have been rough. Stuff happened. Pets were sick and injured. Cars were flooded. I have to go to a medical specialist on 29th for a diagnostic procedure I wish I didn’t need. I am now on a strict bland diet. On one hand, I can’t eat anything in the nightshade family, meaning tomatoes, onions, potatoes, and bell peppers are out. Nothing spicy, nothing sour, nothing greasy. I also can’t eat anything too carb-heavy, because I am trying to lose weight. So far I succeeded in lowering my blood pressure to 106/76 and gaining 2 lbs of muscle. I can do push ups, but I’ve achieved no actual weight reduction to speak of. Also I dropped the 12 lb ball on my face, drove my glasses into the bridge of my nose, and now it hurts. Then the ARC thing was just the cherry on top of the cake.
I’m feeling so worn out. We have one scene left in Sweep of the Blade, and we need to finish it so we can move on to other small edits, but I’ve just ran out of gas. I don’t even know why. I took a break for most of April. I should be running full speed, and instead I don’t even have fumes left. All I am able to do is to go to the gym 3 times a week. All I want to do is to sit on the couch and watch TV. And possibly play Empyrion. I built a base on an ocean planet.
And I have to go to the store today to buy some fish. Because I can eat fish. Oy.
So I am a sad potato. Gordon sent me some yarn sales, so apparently I can’t hide my sad mood from my husband. I’m still watching various dramas, and I’ve been calling him Huang Shah for fun, and sometimes oppa when I am on the K-drama kick. He puts up with it.
Let’s see, so something interesting that happened so I don’t end on a depressing note. On Sunday, Kid 2 went to San Antonio to work as a bartender at a beer festival to pick up some extra money. She came back on Monday. So I’m sitting on the patio, talking to BFF Jeaniene – by the way, the next Veritas book is the bomb – and drawing ugly grapes with water color paint, when Kid 2 sticks her head out the door.
Kid 2: Mom, don’t be mad.
ME: Cops, pregnant, or sick?
Kid 2: Surprise turtle.
Kid 2, holding a small plastic box with some rocks at the bottom and a tiny terrified turtle inside: I played a carnival game at the end of my shift and I shot all of the balloons. I wanted a stuffed toy and they gave me a turtle and wouldn’t take it back.
BFF Jeaniene: Bwahahahahaha!
Me: Stop it.
BFF Jeaniene: Dogs, cats, a tarantula, and now a turtle. Are you building an arc?
So, surprise turtle now has a huge tank with water and rocks and a filter.
We are optimistic for survival, although carnival animals almost never live. Also, Jeaniene, don’t read this part, it will make you angry. Unfortunately, while in California, Kid 1 has witnessed live baby turtles being made into key chains at a carnival, and that scarred all of us for life. So Kid 2 felt obligated to save the turtle no matter what. We will see what happens.
Have to go to the store. Have to write the stupid scene. Have to finish. ::borrows K-drama vocabulary:: Fighting! Ok, have to go now.